Day 1825

5 Years Ago

5 years and one day ago,

For some reason I go ghost hunting with Brandon. Well I know why, it's because after our conversation I can't fathom doing our girls night. It would just be too awkward.

As we ride to the abandoned house I can't stop replaying her question in my head. Why am I still dating him? I have a lot of time to question it because I'm in the front seat and the conversation is very boy related.

"You okay?" Brandon asks me, bringing me back to reality.

"Yeah, yeah totally," I lie with the best smile I can muster. He gives me a puzzled look and then turns back and continues driving. After an awkward silence between us of me fiddling with the camera around my neck he asks.

"Well you can always talk to me you know right?"

"Yup" No I cant because I think I like woman and if they find out I wount be Bella the school photographer anymore, i'll be that werid gay girl that likes cameras. I mentally shake my head so Brandon doesn't notice and fiddle with the settings on my camera.

We finally arrive and hop out the car. I pull my hoodie over my head and huddle in its heat. Oregon's falls are no joke. I turn around and a group of boys huddled carrying beers and stumbling over each other. I scoff.

"I thought there wasn't going to be any alcohol" I tell Brandon who is beside me carrying my equipment. He turns around and back then smiles.

"Boys will be boys" I give him a look. He laughs and continues.

"Chill out there just having fun did you really think we came here for ghosts"

"Well yeah I don't know why we would go out here for no reason." appeanly what I said was funny because he burst out into laughter.

"What's so funny?" I ask with a smile. I'm annoyed and happy at the same time brandons smile is contagious.

"Your writer's brain is kicking in," He says. " just have fun chill out have a couple of beers"

"You know I don't drink," I retort.

"Well you could start" He says with a tone of amusement in his voice. I mumble in agreement. Brandon sets down my stuff, and I start going through it.

I set up night vision cameras, and motion detectors all over the house. It's in better condition then I thought it would be. You see those really beat up houses in movies but this one isn't, but it's as spooky. The combination of the house, the boys, Brandon, the conversation, and my questioning has driven me into a paranoid state.

I start taking photos of the place. The outside, the inside, and backyard. I am trying to think of a good title for this week's article. Local boys explore an abandoned house. No, no one will read that. Boys explore an Creepy house and almost die! Now I'm lying. Ugh can I even put this up, can we even be here?

I walk to the front of the house and go into the car. It's way too cold. Irelax into the warmth of the heated seat. I look at the photos I had taken.  

It's one of all the boys I had taken. They are having a good time. I smile, at least someone is having a good time even in a drunken stupor. But then I notice a strange light. In the trees near the house 2 blue neon lights greet me. A chill runs down my spine. The only logical reason is that its from somewhere else or the camera did something weird. That must be it. I look outside and I don't notice the light. But before I can question more a horn makes me jump from my seat.